"Yeah it was so good," MindReader says to MadFather over fish and chips. "They used gluten free batter and kept everything separate... We'll have to come back after we've moved out," he says, squeezing my knee.

I smile faintly, staring at my food.

"What's up with you?" he says,

"Nothing," I say. "I've worked all day and moaned about it, I have fish and chips, coke and everything I could ever want."